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1891. 

Gazette Printing House, 

Maiiaffey, Pa. 






Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year eighteen 

hundred and ninety-one, by Frederick Carl Bonnett 

in the office of the Librarian of Congress at 

Washington, D. C. 



All rights reserved. 



N. B. Cuts and illustrations in this book not copyrighted. 



In putting this small volume of poems before the reader I have 
no apology to offer; but the variety of subjects treated is the re- 
sult of deep thought long and patiently persisted in: and it has 
been carefully considered and revised before going to press. 

The work is not claimed to be perfect, but thoroughness and 
a desire to instruct, benfit and please has been my aim. 

Everything is written in plain English, and may be read and 
easily understood by old and young. 

That every reader may gather a few Silver threads from its 
pages is my earnest desire. 

Respectfully yours. 

F. C. Bonnett. 




In all kind nature is revealed 

A greater power than man can wield ; 

Yet from man's mind great thought 5 will sprin< 
Which times all nations' tongues to sing. 




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The growing grain, the blooming flower, 
Speak of God's wondrous love and power: 

Though man is weak, his thoughts may rise 
Far up beyond the starry skies. 



MORTAL LIFE. 

Why should ye mortals be so proud 

In this vaio world of strife ? 

Where joyfulness and peace is found 

And vice and wickedness abound; 

The stage of man \w musi pursue 

Which is so varied and untrue. 

Yet history tells us all along 

The deeds of men in prose and song. 

Long, long ago for ages past 

The worid was dreary, wild and vast. 

We learn thai our first parents were 

I and sinless without care, 
Until the evil tempter came 
And put them both to guilt and shame; 
And thus a hiding place they sought, 
They knew in sin they had been caught. 
And from that self-same day we know 
O'er earth men wandered to ami fro. 
As foid a deed as e'er was done 
Was by our very first born son, 
Who slew his brother that he died, 
And then unto the Lord he lied. 
The same as men will nowadays. 
Who have BO many curious way-.. 
Since man fell from love and grace 
Hi-, devious path is hard to trace. 



It leads o"er thorny, rocky ways. 

Through dark, through bright and happy days. 

And joys and pleasure everywhere 

Fills man with many a thought and care. 

Man has a body and a mind. 

Is sometimes rude and sometimes kind. 

There are two ways which he may tread. 

One leads to life and one to death. 

The one is strewn with weeds and thorns 

And vicious beasts with deadly horns. 

With Golden serpents everywhere 

Who seek the youthful to ensnare. 

The other leads to endless bliss 

Where joy in great perfection is. 

Along a road all strewn with flowers. 

With balmy breeze and scented showers. 

Where crystal springs of water clear 

Will fainting spirits always cheer. 

And lead them on with courage new 

To join the King so good and true. 

••Man is a creature born of lust. 

His body will return to dust:" 

His evil thought and vain desire 

Can ne'er to noble things aspire: 

But all his purer thoughts may rise 

Outil they reach beyond the skies. 

A nobler, brighter world above 

Where all is happiness and love. 



JOHN AXD JIM. 

Two friendly travelers, John and Jim, 
Were going through the city's din. 
The streets were narrow, black and cold 

And busy men came through the fold. 

When Jim replied k 'l know a place 

Where gold in great abundance lay* 

80 let ns hie in rapid haste 

Unto the spot where the gold lays.*" 

John said naught while on their way 

Until the spot before them lay. 

Jim got the gold and said the prize 

Belonged to him alone. 

Thus through the city back they went 

Where thieves and robbers lay. 

••Oh ! John.*" says Jim ••wed better flee 

Or else for gold well murdered be." 

••Not we,'* says John "but you alone. 

For 1 can fly without a groan."" 

And nimbly then his way he goes 

And soon is safe from deadly foes. 

But Jim bewildered and amazed 

Is by the robbers quickly chased. 

Is caught and robbed of all his gold 

And sent away with many a scold. 

He's sorely beaten by the thieves 

And now o*er his selfishness he grieves. 



MORAL. 

Now heed the moral of this tale, 

Though it concerns yon not. 

If much good hick fall in your hands. 

Share with your friends the happy lot. 

Then if ill fate should come to you. 

Your faithful friends will help you through. 

So be not like this hero was. 

And claim all as your own. 

For when in trouble you are found 

Your friends will all be gone. 

MS^FPQWTED, 

The morn was not so bright as we do often see 

In summer when the sun climbs o'er the eastern hills. 

When song birds warble forth their merry notes of pleasure 

In orchard, meadow, woodland, field and glen: 

But rain in torrents poured from the cold and angry clouds 

As morn was breaking o'er the far and distant land. 

The wind was raging fiercely through the forest pine 

As I was going through the field to make up precious time. 

But still the rain in sheets poured on my back. 

That I was loathe to shrink, but lo! alack! 

I was detemined to be gone. 110 matter what betide. 

A friend of mine, whose house 1 had to pass. 

Went with me to the institution of a secret order lodge. 

We started for a village to take the early morning train. 



But when we arrived there the train had long since gone: 
We cussed a little, but twas all of no avail, 

ve persuaded others to join our happy band. 
So there were four of us when the dood train we boarbed. 
All bound for Punxy town. 

While there we took some oysters for our dinner. 

And washed it down ah! yes. twas nothing strong, 

A friend of ours was lavish and bought us juice of hops. 

And we drank all of us a hearty fill. 

Next a few flasks containing Juice of Rye. 

And one filled with the sap of yellow corn. 

So with gay hearts and lighter steps we went 

With speed o'er muddy country roads and grassy fields aci -» 

Till we came to Covode a pleasant country town. 

Where in a store the people had assembled us to see. 

We were but in the store a few short minutes 
When the whole truth to us was publicly revealed. 
No dispensation for the institution they received. 
Nor had their billy goat arrived in time. 
So we our disappointment quietly did bear 
And consolation in the corn juice then did take. 

Our stay was short but still we viewed the hall 

Where the honored K. of P. were all to be installed. 

So six miles back to Punxs'y we retraced 

Our steps with rapid strides through mud and field, 

Until we reached a house all built of brick. 

Our maws were empty and were craving food. 



So in the house our chieftain we did send. 

And coming forth again brought three large tempting pies, 

Which, by the roadside, we did eagerly devour. 

Another house was entered, but of no avail, 

Nor could we get enough of straw to make a decent meal. 

So wearily again we plod our way. 

Until we came to town, where .vtraightway we did go 

Into a hotel where a dainty meal was spread for supper, 

Which only half our hungry appetites appeased. 

We went to bed and tore a sheet asunder. 
And in the morn, a hearty breakfast got. 
We loafed through town until our train was due, 
And bade goodby to all our disappointed woe. 
When on our homeward journey we were bound, 
Twas fraught with gayety took in a lighter sense, 
But then our pocket books were out a host of cents. 




Momwiw© sum 

NF3NITUDE and temporary bliss, 

J; How sweet the sleep of peace and health 

That's gained by sleeping early in the morn, 
When launched in dreamland, oh! so happy then, 
Relieved from sorrow and from worldly care, 
Oblivious of the duties of the coming day, 
Or future prospects that before us lie, 
Being well contented with present environments. 

Awake, arise and stir yourself about. 

Improve those precious mDments in the morn; 

Behold the eastern sun ascending high 

O'er yonder pearly mountains decked with dew. 

Look in the stream and rivulet that sparkle, 

Reflecting all the glory in the morning sun. 

Live in those scenes and be inspired with life and vigor fresh, 

And see to all the cares and duties of the day. 




KflHERE once was a boy, his name was Jake, 
^j! He was so lazy, 0, dear, sake! 
He wouldn't bring a stick of wood, 
If he had to do without his food. 

He wallowed in the dirt and mud 
And then came in the house to fuss, 
He sat behind the cooking stove 
And watched the hens and Turkey's roast 

Poor Jake would often, often cry, 
If he got a little piece of pie ; 
But when the biggest piece he got 
He was so happy that he'd trot. 

He didn't like to go to school, 
To Sunday school or church; 
But always played on Sunday morn, 
Until the hour of church was gone. 




OW what do you think many a woman will do, 
^2 When all in a splutter to get her work through 
Because a new show exhibits in town, 

And she would not miss it to save half a crown ? 

In her haste she upsets the table and chairs 

And falls o'er the baby, that is coming down stairs, 

And meets the hard floor with a good hearty thump, 
But then it's all right, she is up in a jump. 

She seeks for her coat, her gloves, . and her shawl, 
While the baby comes running and terribly bawls; 

But she does not heed it, but looks for her hat, 
And in her turmoil she tramps on the cat. 

The cat gives a sorrowful heart-rending scream. 

In running and jumping it falls in the cream; 
And a spectacle, white, all dripping and wet, 

The baby's amusement, and white household pet. 

But by and by the mistress gets calm. 

To be at the show is her sweet healing balm. 
So she runs to a neighbor and borrows- a hat, 

And at last she is off with a rat tat tat. 

The cream and the chairs are all on the floor. 

The cats and the dogs are happy once more: 
But she is enjoying herself at the show, 

And when she comes home what sorrow and woe. 



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WORLDLY UffSBMS. 

OTSHIS world possesseb many charms. 
vv And many cultivated farms: 
So many things so bright and fair. 

Which makes the keen-eyed wander stare. 

Tne peaceful hours which here we spend. 

But for a time to us are lent; 
While warmth of heat and burning light 

Will make a gloomy spirit bright. 

Those charms that oft' attract us so 

Are full of misery and woe: 
Our pleasures here will soon have an end. 

No matter how our life is spent. 

The charms of peace will not decay. 

Which we enjoy from day to day. 
Our deeds will always, always stand. 

If judged by the Supreme command. 

Prosperity we here can find. 

With knowledge true store up our minds. 
Our troubles and cares are meted out. 

While riches but by few are found. 

The charms and glitter of silver and gold 
Will vanish away and turn into mould: 

But charms that are priceless and flow from the heart 
Should ne'er be rejected, nor ne'er from us part. 



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CGMIXG C7 6PRT"XG. 

ftflHE winter will soon be ove: 
jg And cold winds will cease to blow; 
The frost will come ont of the tre 
And the ground desert all its snow. 

The ice will melt on the strea 

And frogs will dance on their sho: - 

And fishermen know it is rime 

7 : catch the good fishes once more. 

The trees will be covered with lea- - 
And the meadows all green withgr: — 

The apple and the cherry trees bloom 
So lovely and grand as we pass 

The woods will be strewn with nice flc 
- beautiful lovely and fair 

And bees a-buzzing will go 

And gather sweet honev so rare. 




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SUMMER R4MBL1XUS 

Jf mfole in the woods 

A I »:. pleasant summer days, 

And viei - - :hat nature gr - 

In all her charming ways. 

1 love to ramble by the brook. 

Or by the lone sea-side. 
And view the ocean, vast and grand. 

"Which reaches far and wide. 

I love the fragrance of the flowers 

Th: _. «>wn in the dell. 

Whose odor- - ..ad rich perfume 

beasant to the smell. 

1 love to fish down by the stream. 

Where shady trees do stand: 
And catch the little tinny tribe 

And put them on dry land. 

I I amble where the roe 

And flower* bloom so fair: 
Where mossy greens and buttercups 
Grow without thought or care. 

I . see the birds that sing 

Their joyful morning >ong. 

.^ar the thunder as it rolls 
In peals both loud and loag. 



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SWEET MEMORIES. 

WELL do remember in years that are gone. 

5°; To think of the past makes me feel sad and lone 
Yet the past has a charm a sweet lingering charm 
Which time and ages can never disarm. 

When we think of the days, those innocent days, 
When nothing beclouded our childish ways: 




While to day we are wandering to the grave yard once more 
The medium of life and eternity's shore. . 

My recollections far hack [often have cast. 

'Tis sad and sweet to think of the past: 
How neglectful in goodness and kindness we were, 

When we were all free from trouble and care. 

L have often wept over memory's page. 

Shed tears of joy o'er the grave of the sage; 



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I've planted bright flowers o'er the small grassy mound 
Where rest the dear friends neath the dreary cold ground. 



LITTLE BW LTTTLE. 

IT 1TTLE by little progress we make, 
3^ Little by little our minds will awake 
To prospects of greatness, honor and fame. 
That much besides pleasure, for us is to gain. 

Little by little the forest trees grow, 
Steadily at it, though progress is slow; 

Yet in hundreds of years they become veiy high. 
Their majestic tors looking up to the sky. 

Little by little the school boy said, 
Little by little my knowledge ill get, 

Little by liitle I'll soon be a man, 

So I'll cheerily do the best that I can. 



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Little by little inventions are made, 

While science is willing to lend all her aid. 
Little by little our cities are built 
And little by little our store-house is filled. 



Y perseverance our ends we obtain. 
5f? If our atm is good we should never complain; 
But work with hand, with head and with heart. 
And to others the good and truthful impart. 

When a task is hard let duty not shirk, 

But persevere on in your grand noble work, 

Until your labors are crowned with success, 
While others, less firm, are lost in distress. 

Labor on with ambition, as time passes by. 

Don't say "I can't.'" You don't know till you try. 
To accomplish great deeds you must slowly press on, 

For sluggards have ne'er great accomplishments won. 

Persevere in your your work, and sure you'll succeed. 

Sometimes rather slow, yet oft with great speed. 
High honors are won by the true and the great, 

Who never sit down to rest in the shade. 



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m ntunrei*. 

Wl he rivulet dances gaily along, 
^.Merrily singing its cheerful song: 
Winding its course through meadow and lea. 
Steadily flowing on to the sea. 

Out through the forest without any delay, 

On itsgree shores young children will play; 
Bathe in its water on a warm summer day 

While the sun reflecteth back its bright ray. 
Hither the traveler weary and worn 

Comes to drink in the bright early morn ; 
The beasts of the field and fowls' of the air, 

For bright sparkling water hither repair. 

What blessings and comfort nature did give, 
Providing for all that have life to live, 

Those beautiful scenes that enshroud this fair land 
We all should enjoy as we go hand in hand. 

Like a serpent the rivulet laid out its path. 

Sometimes it is gentle, sometimes full of wrath, 
But still it goes on so happy and free 

Until it joins the fathomless sea. 



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IfACK, in the cornfield worked all day, 
-r^ Never allowed a minute to play. 
He followed the corn rows neath the hot burning sun, 
While in his toil he had little fun. 

He pulled out the weeds that were six inches high, 
And sometimes the soil flew up in his eye ; 

Yet he worked all day with an old rusty hoe, 

While the wind through his whiskers freely did blow. 

Though he worked with a will, he lamented his fate, 
-For weeding and hoeing poor Jackie did hate; 

So he said: " I will rest neath this large shady tree, 
- And leave everything go merry and free." 

He soon was asleep, and bright visions did pass 

Before Jackie's mind as he lay in the grass. 
He dreamt that in lands that are fairer than this, 
, He dwelt in happiness, pleasure and bliss. 

But soon he awoke and stirred him about, 

When he saw where he was he began for to pout, 

For he saw that his indolence brought him no grain, 
And in his heart he wished it would rain. 



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fP'HE housewife is busy and worketh with care. 
4P Of trouble and sorrow she gets her full share. 
She plods in the kitchen from morn' until night. 
. She works in the dawn and the slow fading light. 

She baketh the bread and prepares the rare dish 
Of beefsteak and mutton, oysters and fish. 

She fries the potatoes and stirreth the mush. 
Her face is all smiles when she does not blush. 

She keeps herself neat, so tidy and trim ; 

While her bright sparkling eyes some day will grow dim. 
She welcomes her husband, who comes from his work. 

In her bright sunny bower no duty she shirks. 

She is pleasant to all, yet duty ere pleasure. 

Who has such a housewife may call her a treasure. 
The bread is not sour and the meat does not burn, 

When such faultless hands the buckwheat cakes turn. 

In her kitchen is order, and her parlor is neat. 

To be in her company is surely a treat. 
She treats all callers as a true lady would, 

And feeds all her guests with pure, wholesome food. 



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nMtranss. 

eautiful scenes so fair and bright 
^Seen in the dawn and in the light 
Beautiful roses, lovely queens 

All through the land of beauty seen, 

Lovely maiden so charming and fair, 

Her sweetness of temper we all love to share, 

Her graceful form and her red dimpled cheeks, 
Of ease and pleasure they plainly bespeak. 

Lovely flowers that bloom in the spring, 

Beautiful birds that merrily sing, 
Majestic forests looking aloft, 

Downy pillow white and soft, 

Love that is born of the soul pure and deep, 

Never is idle nor lazily sleeps ; 
Constant and true what e'er may betide, 

Always seeking the true and upright. 



It love to see the stately pine 
gg; Sway in the stormy breeze; 
And hear the sighing of the winds 
Which oft the ear does please. 



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I love to see the sturdy oak 
Its powerful branches spread; 
Affording shelter from the heat, 
Or from the rain instead. 

The lordly beach and powerful elm 
Come boldly forth to view, 

And give us shelter from the wind, 
As well as firewood too. 

The forests of this mighty globe, 
Do untold wealth possess, 

They're used for building everywhere 
And easy of access. 

They build our cottage by the sea 

Or on the lone hillside; 
They build our shjps of untold worth, 

Which breast the angry tide. 




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^TjTe must on ourselves rely, 
: jy| T ^ : And our minds with force apply : 
Work with hand, with head and heart: 
They are all, of us a part. 

Listen not to people's talk, 
Lest you follow in their walk; 

And when they their end have gained, 
Their advice, you'll find was feigned. 

People who have wealth and fame, 
Oft' despise an humble name: 

Gold and silver's all they crave, 
Making poor men unto slaves. 

If misfortune's open paws 

Should attack you with its claws, 

Labor on from day to day, 

And with honor, clear the way. 

Brave the tempest and the storm, 
Though of earthly treasures shorn. 

If you do the best you can, 
Surely that becomes a man. 

Self reliance is a boon, 

Never makes a man a loon; 
Men of greatness have depended 

On their talents, they expended. 



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TffE WANDERER. 

e left his home, so cosy and snug, 
<^*° To see the world at its best : 
He eagerly sought and at last he did sigh. 
For nowhere could he find rest. 

At home he had comfort, pleasure and en^e. 
Kind parents, good neighbors and friends; 

Yet he leaves all behind to see other land>. 
Where his earthly goods freely he spends. 

lie buys a ticket to go to New York. 

Or one to the far golden west : 
Tie wants to be cowboy and dash o'er the plains, 

For he thinks that all cowboys are blest. 

When he gets to the city, if money he has, 

He tries to cut a big dash, 
Where confidence men are friendly to hiin 

As long as he has any cash. 

When he gets on the prairies and sees the wide plains, 

His poor aching heart fills with dread; 
He cries in despair as the mantle of night, 

Its ghostly gloom o'er him spreads. 

Yet he perseveres on. for roam he must. 

Whether tramp or beggar or king 
And oft' by himself in a grave lonesome nook, 

The pleasures of home he will sing. 



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ft 

>e merry and gay 
t^And ne'er go astray 

While here upon earth we must tarry; 
Be kind to } T our beau 
And others you know 

And blest be the day when you marry. 

Attend to your duty 
For there is much beauty 

In this great land far and wide; 

There's much work to be done 
'Neath this hot glowing sun, 

Then all work with honor and pride. 

Na} r never be weary 
Though days may be dreary 

And filled with much sorrow and car«^ : 
Then fling away sorrow 
And look to the morrow 

For then we may joys fully share. 

Be content with your station 

And help your relation 
And friends that are kind good and truf 

Kind words that are spoken 

Is surely a token 
Of hearts that are loving and true. 



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In this wide world of fame 
Some oft gain a name 

That's remembered for ages to come; 
Though financially poor 
Their thoughts were pure 

Which in a straight channel did run. 

But the reaper soon cometh 
And a doleful tune hummeth 

He spares neither brambles nor grain 
His book he will open 
And reward with a token 

All those who are worthy the same. 



lar over the mountains, rivers and lea, 
Ju Where the forests are reaching out to the sea, 
Where ships are landed from far distant climes 
And jolly old sailors aro having good times, 

Far down in that country is always sunshine. 

No snow storms nor ice, for the weather is fine. 
There are sweet-scented flowers that are wafted on air, 

Where flowers are blooming and roses are fair. 

Way up in the north where no ice fetters break, 

Where the winds bloweth chill and make a man shake 

There the sun never shines and the roses ne'er bloom. 
Sure, that is a country o'ershadowed with gloom. 



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Betwixt and between in the north temperate zone. 

All busy people will never be lone. 
We have summer and autumn, winter and spring. 

Where beautiful birds, their daily song .sing. 

We have mighty big forests spread all over this land. 
An intelligent people, who in freedom do stand. 

We have wealth that's unbounded, much gold and alloy 
Where all may with pleasure, this short life enjoy. 



How happy and gay 
Are the children at play. 



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For they know not of sorrow nor care. 
How cheerful and merry 
To amusements they hurry. 

For each wants to get her full share. 



How eager to learn 

When to study they turn 
Though the school room has charms for the few 

Yet their master will teaeh 

If the top they would reach 
They must work or they'll never get through. 

How pleasant to roam 

In the woodland at home, 
Where the flowers remind us of spring 

With a fair young love 

Like a gentle dove. 
Who With joy to each other will cling. 

How happy are they. 

Who, at work or at play. 
Their duty with honor fulfill; 

Who are gentle and kind 

To all of mankind. 
And bear to each other s^ood will. 




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^fHTork is honest and must be done. 
_*.^_ Idleness always carefully shun ; 
Work with a will and work with your might, 
For work is an honor, if always done right. 

Work neath the sun as the day passes by, 

Never give vent to a moan or a sigh; 
Work in the morn and work in the eve, 

For unto work prosperity cleaves. 

Work is always wherever we go, 

So we all the good seed of labor should sow, 
For work we must with head and with hand, 

And cultivate all this broad fertile land. 

Tis work that sows the grain on our soil, 

While beautiful dames in the kitchen must toil; 

'Tis work that builds our cities and towns, 

While skillful hands must make women's gowns. 

'Tis work in all departments of life, 

To win fame and honor we must honestly strive; 
For those who are honest and work with a will, 

Will come out with success at the top of the hill. 

We see those before us who the top long have reached, 
And who unto the people salvation have preached : 

While those who once labored to gain daily bread, 
Yet rose, and with power, this nation have led. 



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©IWIW1IW©!. 

Ejphere once was a man who always depended, 
•jk And as you will see. his life sadly ended; 
No effort in life he tried to. put forth 

And thus he died in shame and remorse. 

What anyone told him he carelessly done. 

For a will of his own he surely had none : 
He was dirty and ragged and never was clean 

For all that he done was disgusting and mean. 

He played at all games and often did win, 
Yet he never thought he committed a sin; 

He smoked, he drank, he stole and he lied; 
And every time the truth he denied. 

He often was drunk and picked up from the street, 
Yet to all good advice he never took heed: 

His once many friends all deserted him now. 

For the fiend of the wicked was wrote on his brow. 

He is old and he's wretched and full of despair, 
In madness and rage he is tearing his hair; 

He taketh a dagger and endeth his life 
To land in eternity, miseiT and strife. 



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mwws mwm. bi tomi. 

JK few more days we wearily must toil 
•^3? And gain a living from this earthly soil; 
A short abode in this vain glorious world 
Until eternity our banners will unfurl. 

In bondage and temptation here we tread 
Our mortal frame will soon be with the dead ; 

No freedom here while this short life remains 
For human flesh is full of aches and pains. 

A few more years the harvest we must reap 
A few more nights engaged in restless sleep; 

All quickly passing onward to the goal 

While making grave atonement for a single soul. 

When in that bright eternity at last we dwell 

Where everlasting pleasure and everything is well, 

Shall cheer this weary mind though oft amiss 
Which soon abides in happiness and bliss. 



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fter noble things we all should aspire, 
"^And leave all the vile things of earth ; 
For nature is kind in shedding abroad 
Those beauties to which she gave birth. 

We should all aspire to honor and fame, 

In truth we should work with our might; 
For never in life will we need to complain 

If we do that which always is right. 
Respect and good will we to others should bear 

For a true heart ne'er hatred will cherish; 
A heart full of passion, hatred and lust 

In the end will most certainly perish. 

Fair dealing with all the rich and the poor 

Is essential to men of success ; 
And those who would rise to honor and fame 

Must be true to all, nothing less. 

No matter what labor, profession, or trade. 

We should all do the best that we can ; 
So be gentle and kind, polite and upright 

Which belongs to a woman or man. 



m BUMBLEBEE. 

M armless little birdie, 
Said the youthful child, 
I am bound to catch you. 
Though you are so wild. 

In the blooming clover. 
Buzzing blithe and free, 

I must sure possess him 
And hold him just a wee. 

Little child, so merry, 

Catches him at last; 
Holds him for a moment, 

And throws him down so fast. 

Though the bee was pretty, 

It was hot as blaze; 
For it stung its captor 

In his hands and face. 

The stings were very painful. 

They swelled so fast and hard. 
And the youthful child was sorry 

Because it was so smart. 



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eauty may everywhere be found, 
By those who truly seek it; 
'Tis in the heavens and the earth, 
While nature plain bespeaks it. 

There's beauty in the moon and stars 
That shine on deep dark nights; 

There's beauty in the morning sun 
That gives us warmth and light. 

The verdure of the fields and woods 
Are clothed in beauty's way ; 

The flowers, that bloom in all the land, 
Have charms that will always stay. 

Some birds are clothed with beauty rare, 

That sing about our door; 
The waves of ocean have this charm, 

As they dash against the shore. 

The human family is much endowed 
With grace, with love and beauty ; 

This faculty will never lack 
To do its bounded duty. 



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Off hose pleasant scenes of childhood, I never can forget, 
.^2 And as I think them over, it of ten makes me fret; 
The precious time 1 wasted, and foolishly did spend, 
Which is so fast and fl3eting, and is only to us lent. 




Those old familiar scenes come up before my gaze. 

On my mind they are imprinted, that time cannot efface. 
The homestead and the farm yard, the woodland and the glen, 

Where oft' 1 sat so musingly, and listened to the wren. 

The old familiar pathway, that led us to the stream, 
Where oft' we went a' fishing, and of higher thoughts we'd dream ; 

The woodland ,too, is dearer for the flowers we gathered there, 
Though the woodland long has change:! into meadow bright and fair. 

The quarrels and disputes we had, while cutting off the corn. 

And how we'd cry and shiver on a cold hard frosty morn. 
When out to dig potatoes before the sun was up 

And late within the evening dusk our mush and milk we'd sup. 



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To gather nuts in autumn time, we never would delay, 
But rose at morn quite early and soon were on our wav 

Out to the shady forest, where nuts were falling fast, 

Where we all were so contented and forgot the troubled past. 

In the long cold winter evenings, I well remember now, 

How many pleasant times we spent, yetsome times had a row. 

Around the fire we used to sit and learn to read and spell, 
And listen to goblin stories our parents used to tell. 



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"If n Kansas, one summer, I rambled 
ZZ. Among the corn and the hay. 
I hired out to a farmer of merit, 
And there I intended to stay. 

1 was sad, dejected and weary, 
From four days' ride in the train; 

I was dusty and my parse was quite airy. 
So from luxuries I had to refrain. 

For three days I wielded an axe, 

Which was rather hard on my frame; 

The wood was so tough and wiry 

But I worked hard to get all the game. 

I was glad to follow the plow 

In the bottom near by the old creek ; 

Where was timber, and birds were a' singing 
And frogs by the waters did leap. 

I plowed there for nearly a month, 
And the rich soil over 1 turned ; 
The corn-stalks, 1 cut with a sulky. 
And laid in the shade neath the ferns. 

The creek was timbered and shady 

By trees that grew on its banks; 
When the heat was oppressive and sultry. 

There were grumblers, growlers and cranks. 



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The rabbits and gophers were plenty. 

In the bushes they played hide and seek; 

The serpents neither were backward 

liut came forth with a'good deal of cheek. 

The corn they put in with a planter 
That checked two rows at a time; 

The machine was drawn by two horses, 
And the wire kept up a dim chime. 

Next the cultivating season came round 
And a sulky of course I did ride; 

This too was drawn by two horses 

So 1 worked with a great deal of pride. 

The corn it grew very fast, 

And soon we were all hid from view; 
So 1 rested and wrote out some verses, 

But the verses were slim and quite few. 

The gentle breeze always was welcome 

To relieve the heat of the da}^ 
The worker and traveler alike were 

Inclined to be merry and gay. 

The "prairie grass" served us for hay 
Which was cut and stacked in a heap; 

\tyhile snakes and varmints and insects 
Went lazily there to sleep. 



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The house dog grew lazy and snappish 
As the days became sultry with heat; 

Bnt boys who were to go bare- foot. 
Sought shoes to put on their feet. 

The grapes and mulberries ripened 
And bore some two hundred fold ; 

So on Sunday us boys we would go there 
And eat them as stories we told. 

Of plums there was an abundance 
Which grew down by the old stream ; 

Of strawberries we ate a good many 
Put down with sugar and cream. 

Some trees they were loaded with cherries 
That sparkled out in the bright sun; 

When "Harry'and I did pick them 
Together we had lots of fun. 

The apples were very delicious 

Which Harry hauled into the town; 

And many a time I did watch him 

When he acted like a comic old clown. 

Next Harry and I in the wheat field 
Lay plots to have a good time; 

And among us we argued the question 
As to who could compose the best rhyme. 



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We hauled our wheat in a wagon 

And put into big stacks; 
We worked hard till night was a' coming 

With our frail weary boies all racked. 

On sunday I'd oft' go to church 

Where a woman the gospel revealed ; 

And told them of things that's eternal, 
While nothing from them she concealed. 

A man he would preach at intervals, 
And tell them of drunkards and hell; 

He denounced those that carried the bottle, 
And spoke of those who had fell. 

The vast boundless prairie is charming, 
Has a wondrous fascinating spell ; 

And thf true pioneers who first went there 
Of hardships many a story can tell. 

The "Red-skins" have long since departed 
Where civilization now gi'a i coc -i- Q f~0 Lu Q ' 

The soil is rich and quite fertile 
'Tis pleasure there to repose 



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em ember friends, that worldly gain 
■5x2* Have many brought to grief; 
For worldly pleasures all are vain, 
That here von can receive, 

Though countless wealth of gold yon stow 

Away in yonder vault, 
If still your evil seeds you sow. 

And always are at fault. 

Tis well enough that we should strive 

For grand success in life, 
And always do our very best 

With will, and power and might. 

Be cautious then about your gain, 

And use it for the best: 
That when you from this world depart 

You may forever rest. 



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yihe farmer boy must work all day. 
^ In summer time he rakes the hay, 
And stirs up wasps and bumble-bees 
Which sting him on his baggy knees. 

On rainy days he's out to fish, 
Or gets into some fruit some dish 

And eats away with might and main 
And wishes it would always rain. 

When hoeing corn out in the field 
He seeks a shade tree for his shield, 

He falls asleep and snores away 

Until he hears the dinner horn play. 

He like's the pies that mother bakes 
And eats the frosting off the cakes: 

He's always on the quick lookout 
To see if anyone's about. 

To dig up 'taters makes him sad : 

When husking corn he feels quite bad; 

When Sunday comes he's bright and gay 
And all day long he spends in play. 

Yea, truly he's not always sad 

He's merry when hefishe's for shad; 

And oh how happy when the pies 
Upon the table meet his eyes. 



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In winter he's contented quite. 

When cracking nuts by the chimney light 
And please! when skating Le can go 

Which sets boys faces all as:low. 



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55 To the innocent and virtuous as they travel on their wav. 
They Datch the youth unwary in their foul and filthy snare. 

_h with fi< lieir nun. lis with care. 

Tis they seem £ gay 

And with cheerful _ o ley beckon you that way: 

the downward road, 
and o'er your misery gloats. 

till the drama is complete. 

- ires in a manner strange and l. 
With cute devices cunning, the virtuous he baits, 

ret hiding place, in et._ 3& he waits. 



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OTF©W©ffTTOtMlSS. 

'JGIrom humble spheres we rise to fame, 
t§£ While honor from this this world we gain, 
A thought may spring into an act 
In years to come become afact, 

Twa's thoughtfulness that made the cranks 
And filled their minds with curious pranks 

They made the lightening message speed 
Like lightening on a furious steel. 

The inventor gave himself to thought, 
And thereby gained his happy lot 

The genius also won his fame 

By thoughtfulness when he was sane. 

The genius oft is called a crank 
Because he's wise among his rank: 

Yet superstitious people say, 
He had no reason in his day. 



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avc you thought of home and its beautiful charms? 
. Have you thought of those loved ones, so dear, 
Or have you forgotten the times round the hearth, 

Where we gathered when winter was drear? 
We often look back to that once happy time, 

Which in pleasure and peace we did spend. 
Those were moments of joy, of pleasure and bliss, 

While many dear friends we now sadly miss. 




When from sisters, brothers and parents you go, 
You will oft find the world vary heartless and cold; 

You can scarce find a friend who your troubles will share, 
Then for your own self and welfare must take care. 



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Oh! beautiful home, a picture so rare. 

Where peac3 and contentment shall know no despair, 
Where everything in harmony flows, 

Where all is- peace as time onward goes. 

No other place in this world can you find, 

Where people like brothers and sisters are kind. 

If you find a friend, be sure he is true, 

For many false ones will flock around you. 

If you are rich, do not poor men "despise. 

To display all your wealth is surely not wise, 
For many in a iowly thatched cottage were born, 

Yet rose to great wealth in life's early morn. 

Many great men were born of parents quite poor, 
But the influence of home made their wisdom secure. 

80 despise not yoi r home, my fine little lad, 

Though the frowns of some people may make you feel sad. 

Home should be a place of love and of peace, 
Of happiness, pleasure, contentment and ease. 

Do then home not despise, though homely it be. 
For great men from humble homes rose as you see. 



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The fanner, how contented he must he 
^ As he lives on his farm so happy and free, 
With naught to disturb him when the day's work is over 
But to look o'er his fields of bright blooming clover. 

His cattle are sleek and all so well fed 

That he never despairs or troubles his heal 

About grave misfortunes that neyer may come, 
But sits down with ease and counts up his sum. 

As the seasons come 'round he is merry and gay; 

He is very ambitious and works through the day, 
For he knows that his labors will be crowned with success, 

And on that assurance he goes to his rest. 



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He plants his potatoes and also his corn. 

. He hustles around and works in the morn. 
He sows his oats on the drear barren ground 

Where an unusual rich harvest in the fall will be found. 

When haying comes round he is out very early. 

He is quite contented and scarce ever surly. 
He cuts the clover and lays the grass low, 

While the gentle breeze blows through his hair to and fro. 




Tis a pleasure for him when he goes out to drive. 

To see others like him, abundantly thrive, 
and thus many days in pleasure he spends, 

As he through the green forests his way homeward wends. 



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The time for corn husking soon will be here. 

And he sees his success as he pulls up the ems; 

He fills up his cribs some two hrmdred-fold 
To feed to his stock when the winter is cold. 

Soon the bleak winds of winter will sweep o'er the moor 
And leave man}' wanderers, homeless and poor, 

Who did net work any through the long summer days. 
But in idleness wandered from place unto place. 

When winter comes 'round, by his fireside warm, 
He knows he is safe from the fierce raging storm, 

And takes consolation in the work he has done 

'Neath the bright blue sky and the hot blazing sun. 

The farmer works and tills the soil 
Fron morn' till eve' it's honest toil. 




He sows his seed and reaps his grain ; 
From it he lives, the matter's plain. 



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At noon lie rests beneath the shade 

Though oft' his labor's illy paid; 
Yet independent he may be, 

For from depending ties he's free. 

In winter when the cold wind blows, 

He has wholesome comfort. ; this he knows, 

As around his warm fireside he sits, 
And watches wife and children knit. 

He raises fruit and garden truck. 

To sell his wares he's oft' in luck. 
He labors while the bright sun shines, 

And at his sumptuous table dines. 
Of course he must toil and work, this we know, 

And oft' he has sorrow, trouble and woe: 
Adversity sometimes may fall to his lot, 

And then for a time this bright scene is forgot. 




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If a task is one • began, 
Work until the crown is won. 

Sit not idly in the shade, 
Stir the soil with hoe or spade. 

See what others done before. 
This you can and maybe more. 

All your wants you should supply. 

This you can if you will try. 
Always lend a helping hand. 

As you wander through this land 
For we all can useful be 

In this land anions: the free. 




Anything, though great or small. 

Never falter lest you fall. 
If you would to honor rise. 

Do not little things despite. 
For the littles by-and-by 

Build a temple to the sky. 



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